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Deep in the darkness of the ShadowLands, beneath the shadow of the great Turin mountains, a lone wolf strode through the thickets. Its steps were muffled by the undergrowth, but even so the earth seemed to tremble with each step it took. It’s jet-black coat almost appeared to glow in the darkness, and one had to look very closely to be able to pick out its figure amidst the swaying grasslands.
The air felt dank, and the wind howled a sorrowful tune as it drifted past. The sun had set mere minutes ago, and yet it felt like the world had been plunged in darkness for an eternity. Both man and wolf felt the shift in the night, both of them knowing what was soon to come.
The wolf paused at the edge of a cave, snout pointed straight up as it tasted the air. A powerful tail dangled behind
